EPOCHS OF THE FORMAL GARDEN 



with whom to discuss all he had done. But Eve, poor 

 thing! evidently had no particular work laid out for 

 her aside from listening to Adam. If she had only 

 been of a systematic nature and made elaborate records 

 or even kept a line-a-day book! With no maternal or 

 housekeeping duties, no clothing of any kind to keep 

 in order, her days may have seemed a bit long. But 

 the modern Eve has small chance for ennui if she really 

 loves her garden and lives in it. 



"How do you fill your time? What have you been 

 doing today?" asks a casual caller. Dazed by the 

 effort to remember all the small doings of my well- 

 filled hours and knowing that a too detailed answer is 

 neither expected nor desired, I search to eliminate every- 

 thing but the obvious, to relate in large terms my petty 

 joys. 



How can I explain that when I opened my eyes and 

 saw the humming bird poised over a trumpet flower 

 but two feet from me, I breathed more softly in silent 

 ecstasy; that as the sun flooded the lake in silvery sheen, 

 my whole being rejoiced; that each bird note gave me 



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